The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1887-05-04

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No one, however young, who wit
messed that public demonstration o1
respect and affection can ever forget the
10Th of April, 1S50-an entire city
shrouded with the emblems of mourning,
whilst unccunted thousands preserved
for hovus y continuous and profound
silence. the grief that does not speak,
whispers the o'er-fraught heart.
TIE last sad offices discharged, the re-
mains OF john C. Calhoun were buried
here. IN The heart OF this metropolis Of
South Carolina. conit:ed to us as q
precious trust, which our people have
watched over with jealous care, and at
whose suggestion TIE State has raised
tie imposing tomb which now encloses
his houo-ed remains.
This tkitty-seYenth annlvers2ry day
witnesses tie same devotion to the mem
ory OF TIE iiIustrious dead. 1t is, how
ever, peculiarly touching, as the day OF
successful elimination of the work Of
the women OF Carolina, in perpetuatlng
the name and fame of John G. Calhoun.
ssWhatever transports US from the
present to the past, from the near to the
remote, widens the mind as well as in
structs Il; makes it reflective, sets it
free; whatever recalls to US eminent per-
sons, their commanding intellects and
engaging ,arts, above all their fortltude
and selt-sacrifce, reinforces our man
jhood, and encourages orr virtue.
The enduring bronze that is uncover
| ed here, and viii here remain a witness
to coming generations of honor and
veneratiors, is the tribute of Carolina's
daughters. It is sacredssas their thought,
their sentiment and their labor. The
truth, the purity, the nobility, the in
tellectual and moral greatness of the
dead, are exalted in the gracious keeping
of their tender and loyal hearts.
:All honor to them in their work of
patriotism and love. All honor to them
in their unfaltering following, amid dire
trials and fateful struggles, of this high
purpose, and its final achievement this
day. To them be our gratitude for rear
ing this grand memorial, that will for
ever keep before us the form and coun-
tenance OF lin whose mind ruled so
maiesticaily in life; vino, whatever may
have been the fate of some of his public
opinions in the logic of events in his
country's history, has this day the hom-
age of his cou1trymen everywhere, for
his vast intellectual power, his high
moral purpose, his unbending will, his
unsullied public and private life, and his
supreme devotion to duty.
an appropriate prayer was now offered
by the Rev Chas Catesworth Pinckney,
Rector OF Grace Church, Charleston.
THE STATUE UNVEILED.
After brief interval the appointed
signal w2s given, and band in the
midst Of the plaza suddenly poured forth
the inspiring strains of 'Dixie. =" The
vast multitude instantly recognized the
familiar strains before half a dozen notes
had sounded, and began to cheer. In
the same instant the cords were drawn
by the hands of fair young girls, the
flags that had closely draped the statue
up to this time mysteriously quilted
their place and tioated away to the height
OF the neighboring standard, and the
majestic form of the great statesman
stood revealed to the eyes of his people
towering high above their heads, as
ne had lowered in life above the men of
his day and generation.
It was an impressive moment, and its
significance seemed felt by every heart
in the assembled host. The shouting
was quickly succeeded bya deep silence,
and every eye became fixed upon the
stern, bronzed face. The attitude of the
figure is that assumed by Mr.. Calhoun
il delivering an address, and it seemed
for :ew moments as if the people felt
themselves to be in his presence and e1-
pected him to speak to them again in
the long-hushed accents OF wisdom and
warning.
The silence was more pleasantly
broken, however, by the voice of the
living instead, and the Rev. Chas. A.
Stakely reading the following
ODE, BY MISS E. B. CHEEsBoRoCGH.
When Truth looked from her starry
heights
And calle3 for champions brave,
He heard the summons and went forth
His native South to save.
Her balance in his honest hands
Fair Justice eager placed,
While Wisdom, with her radiant crown,
His subtle genius graced.
The Constitution was his star.
And guided By its light,
He strove to steer tie Ship Of State
Through the darkness Of the night.
Dishonor, worse to him than death,
He sternly kept at bay,
And, on the whitest heights of Truth,
Serenely took his way.
Invincible in logic stern,
AL potent IN debate,
He sent the arrows winging back
To the envenomed heart OF hate.
He bore the odium OF reproach
While battling Tor the right;
His prophet voice in clarion tones
Foretold the coming night
When suns would set Ter fields of blood,
And stars shine Ger the same,
When Wars dread torches, hot and red,
Ger Southern homes would flame.
@, prophet Of the eagle eye!
O, patriot without stain!
Thou's5 given priceless gift to US